Houses

I hate houses. They are either nice, full of space, in good repair, and out of my price range, or busted, old, crowded and mine. Seems like there should be an in-between level, but so far I have not found it.

It's fun. We have 5 people (2 of which are right on the verge of teenager-ness and 1 that is no where close, but acts like she is), 2 big dogs, and a cat in 1480 square feet, with no yard, on a super-busy-go-out-front-and-get-run-over-before-you-know-what-hit-you street...

Oh well, some day I will either have enough money to buy one that everyone fits in, or everyone will grow up, and my busted, tiny house will suddenly be big enough for Holly and I. Either way, I guess, is OK.